Page 213 of His Hell Girl

“W-why do you think I might have done something?” He stammers, eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights.

“Spill it.”

Panic enters his features.

“I—”

“The truth, Vlad. I want the entire truth.”

“Well…” he clears his throat and straightens his back. “Notthatmuch.”

I let out a long sigh—itisthat much.

Tapping my foot on the floor, I wait for him to continue.

“The supplements you’ve been taking. Supplements are never FDA approved, and I saw they had this little thing calledproprietary blend,and youneverknow what a company might put in that and not disclose it.”

“So you bought it off?”

“Not entirely, just enough stocks so I could have access to the information. I’ll have you know I attended a board meeting and demanded they add more transparency to their labels. I’ve also visited their labs and they seem to be safe. The formula, too, is good—I consulted with a doctor on it, I’ll have you know.”

“What else?”

“Uhm…”

“Vlad, it’s the moment of truth.”

“Let’s see. I really did not dothatmuch, all right? It’s just that I was worried about some products you used.”

“What products?”

“Your shampoo and body wash,” he blurts out. “Any small amount of toxins might be bad for the baby.”

“So you bought it off too?”

“Just enough stocks so I could ensure their testing is rigorous enough for pregnant women.”

Good Lord! This is getting out of hand. And I don’t even think we’ve scratched the surface.

“Fine, what else?”

“A chicken farm!”

My lashes flutter in disbelief. Perhaps I have a knack for clairvoyance because damn… I was on point.

“You eat eggs daily. I couldn’t let you eat somerandomeggs. Who knows how some people take care of their chicken?”

“So you bought a chicken farm to what? Spoil the chicken?”

“Well, yes. But this was right around the time you got pregnant. Haven’t you noticed how much better the eggs are? The flavor alone is much more potent.”

“Good God, Vlad. What else?”

“Why are you looking at me like that? I did what I thought best.” He says with a pout and he reminds me of a cute puppy. I shake my head at him. He won’t win me over with his cuteness today—not until I get all the information out of him.

“Vlad, tell me.”

He takes a brief moment to speak. And that’s how I know we have barely scratched the surface.

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